Boat day ⛵️ (at The Old Port)
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Monterey Bay Aquarium

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Boat day ⛵️ (at The Old Port)
Things we learned within almost the first 4 months together we cannot take a class together and he is the only person that can make me laugh at the ER at 3 am ❤️
My people all look so good (at Portland Sea Dogs)
Every ‘My eating disorder story’ video on youtube:
- Skinny love by birdy or yellow by coldplay playing in background
-’I was a happy child’
- ‘Trigger warning!’
-Pictures of them at their lowest weight
-’And then I found veganism and it saved my life!!’
-The end
Worked hard, played harder #delivered 📩📫 (at Jacksonville Beaches Florida)
Runnin' man, runnin' man, catch us if you can// BBO (at Jacksonville Beach, Florida)
What I Was To Him
Of course, I wrote this with someone specific in mind. If you read this and someone comes to mind, know that they aren’t worth hurting yourself. They wouldn’t want this for you.
When I was 190lbs, he barely looked at me. His eyes would move immediately over the space I occupied and to someone or something else. I was nothing to him.
When I was 170lbs, he glanced at me. Raised an eyebrow as I yanked my jeans up for the 6th time because I hadn’t yet had time to buy a pair that fitted my slowly changing frame, smiled a tiny smile as I grinned in embarrassment and said “I need to get new jeans”. I was curious to him.
When I was 160lbs, he looked at me properly. Stared at my profile as I sat next to him in class, watched in confusion as my cheekbones remained high on my face when months before they were drowned in the fat above my smile. I was changing to him.
When I was 140lbs, he stared at me. As I walked into his house surrounded by friends, sporting jeans that fitted and a brave attempt at a crop top, one that I was only half afraid to let ride up. I was an option to him.
When I was 130lbs, he smiled at me. It was as I swept into the classroom late, and he turned as though he had been waiting for me, and grinned as I brushed my hair back from my face and smiled in return, half shy and half elated. I was pretty to him.
When I was 120lbs, he kissed me. Under a canopy at a party, his lips slick with beer I couldn’t drink for fear of the calories, his hands gentle and sure as they pulled my new body against his. I was sexy to him.
When I was 110lbs, he expressed his worry for me. Explained that my elbows were bony and it hurt to have me in his lap, however much he wanted me to sit there. I was a worry for him.
When I was 105lbs, he tried to feed me. Laughed with pain in his eyes as he held a chip to my lips, only semi-playful when he told me to eat up, looked away sadly as I shook my head and pushed his hand away, sipping my Diet Poison and nudging closer to him. I was growing apart from him.
When I was 100lbs, he looked at me with terror. He would cradle my tiny wrists in his hands and link his fingers with mine as though they might snap, tell me he was scared for me and worried about me. I was a horror story to him.
When I was 90lbs, he saw what I really was. A body sick with toxins and a mind sick with self-hatred, a hoarse voice that begged him to stay by my hospital bedside, hands too weak and shaking to clasp his and eyes too blurred and desperate to return his gaze. I was repulsive to him.
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“With a frown, he stood at the counter while stirring some sugar into his black coffee. He watched as it melted into the swirling liquid, dark as the deep pit in his heart. Oh how he wished he could just stir and melt away the things that kept him troubled in a coffee of his own. Then he felt a pair of arms sliding around him from behind and a gentle kiss on the back of his neck. Everything was lost in that moment. In that very moment, nothing else mattered. “Don’t you know,” she spoke with a voice that could calm a storm, “that each time you frown, a tree dies?” He let out a chuckle as he turned to her, “You meant to say a sigh, not a frown.” “It’s all the same if you ask me.” She then reached out her hand and placed her palm to his cheek. Gently, she rubbed her thumb across his forehead, smoothing out every stress-caused lines and wrinkles. She stopped when his hand caught her wrist, and watched as softness slowly took over the trouble in his eyes. “You are that coffee,” he said quietly, “My coffee to drown all the bad in me.””
— Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #186 // Everyone has their own cup of coffee to drown their troubles
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“You cannot use someone else’s fire; you can only use your own. And in order to do that, you must first be willing to believe you have it.”
— Audre Lorde
“You’ll never find the right person if you never let go of the wrong one.”
— unknown (via frequents)